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The Person I'm Next To Is a Violinst Philosopher

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‪This guy is sitting next to me and saying stuff. I'm outdoors in a chair. Oh right I guess I should answer him. ‬

‪Okay, he wanted me to read his "philosophical treatise". Also, you should know that he had a violin case‬ ‪strapped over his back. He surprisingly doesn't smell like he's homeless so that was a bit of a relief. My guess‬ ‪is that he's a future homeless. Anyway, the universe is made up of spheres. That, and there is a potluck I ‬‪should go to where I guess other people are free to invent incorrect ideas about things. I said I would "definitely‬ ‪not be there" and he said that that's fine because I could just play in the drum circle instead of talking about stuff.‬ ‪I also told him I would "for certain not play drums".‬

Then he took out his violin. I purposely avoided eye contact and at the same time felt the illness in my scrotum like I always feel when I'm about to be embarrassed for someone. He even said something like he was soon to try out for a philharmonic somewhere. Then something incredible happened: lovely music started playing… from the speakers in the shop. He didn't notice and it made his shitty playing even worse by clashing with a song in a totally different key. I went back inside a minute later.

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  1. Patrick RoachMarch 13, 2012 at 4:36 PM

    OSU Guy's first time, other people would make a virgin joke here, feel free to.

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